In Every Day An Hour
In Every Day An Hour
I cannot lie to you,
I cannot relate my experience
As anything of any worth,
I cannot deceive you into
Believing this be a life worth
Living and beholding,
For in simple truth,
I cannot lie to you!
My world is very different
From yours,
I share this ball - this globe
With you,
But I am not here,
I am not upon the same
Soil we tread together,
And there,
There be the crux,
The paradox of how
Upon this plain; we
Can be Worlds apart.
Life is something
That bears only irrelevance in meaning
Until we are done,
Then we bait one another
As to the authenticity
Of those that are gone,
Some say aye, while
Others say nay,
But each individual experience
Is not truly known.
I cannot lie to you your majesty,
I cannot lie to the pope,
I cannot lie to God himself,
And I cannot lie to myself;
Life, be precious a gift
We make worthless on Earth,
And there are many I’ve walked with
I can declare God’s - themselves,
But we all forgo our wealth of humanity,
Whether rich or poor,
Of false lineage or not,
We ‘All’ by the time we are done,
Make fools of ourselves
In our glorious hunt;
(For we’ll never find meaning
While demeaning ourselves,
Believing our souls
Be soundest of all),
Time is what we
Have ‘now,’
(and even then, clocks
Are each of themselves open
For debate),
Time is what we are born
With yet we don’t know how long,
And we don’t purchase it,
We don’t look over the counter
For bargains of time,
But we all at a point share it together,
Yet all at that point
Uphold different meanings,
Forgetting that sharing
Be what we’ve never had,
Life,
Is precious but taken
For granted, and sold
Like cheap liquor
To gluttonous advantaged,
And time still remains unknown
For the masses, who search
All their lives for meanings to die,
Alas,
We have forgotten
Both in our achieving of history,
Where it’s futile to state,
We had glorious lives.
Michael J Waite 10th April 2014.